Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 24 Rainforest Ghost Scorpion Soul-catching Scythe

Wu Meng paced back and forth in the courtyard with his hands behind his back.

The unique fine raindrops in the south of the Yangtze River hit the bamboo forest, making a continuous "rustling" sound, like an airtight net wrapping the small courtyard layer by layer.

Wu Meng felt a little bored.

When I lowered my head, I saw half of the goldfish's head popping out of the pond, opening and closing its mouth to breathe desperately.

He subconsciously loosened the collar, and then realized that he was wearing a long gown, so there was no need to loosen the loose collar.

He was startled for a moment, then reacted immediately.

I was inevitably a little nervous.

After all, this is the first time to face the world directly, and the potential opponents are at the top of the list. While looking forward to it, I can't help but have distracting thoughts.

Is this the deterrent power of Xiao Minghuang and Song Moping in the world?

When Wu Meng saw this, he suddenly felt like laughing.

He took off the rain hat, dusted off the raindrops, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, and then began to examine it carefully.

First came the close-fitting gold armor, and then the additional protective goggles.

The two are mainly to deal with puncture damage and protect vital parts. As for the ability to resist blows, Wu Meng is very confident in himself.

After checking the armor, he took out another pair of thumbtacks and strapped them on.

Zhihu's sharp blade glowed with cold light, and was coated with a layer of top-quality seven-step sand.

This strange poison has not yet seen blood after the improvement of the alchemy technique. I don't know if the test of the efficacy of the medicine can be completed today.

Then, there are the various pills prepared by Wu Meng, which are mainly responsible for healing, detoxifying and dealing with the aftermath.

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Just as Wu Meng was thinking about his outfit, there was a completely different atmosphere on the other side of the island in the middle of the lake.

"Hoohoo!"

Long Xiaoxie ran wildly along the long and narrow stone path in the forest, his breathing a bit rapid, and the rain wet his face and he didn't even have time to wipe it off.

Suddenly, the shadows of the trees danced, and a figure jumped out of the woods.

Clang!

The sword light flashed.

Long Xiaoxie struck out with his sword.

Before the sharp edge arrives, the raindrops have already turned into a fan and splashed out from the tip of the sword, like steel beads flying.

Crackling.

The raindrops passed through the figure and scattered the branches and leaves of the trees. The sword light also passed by, disappearing without a trace like a dim crescent moon.

"Thunderbolt Sword!" A sharp male voice came from the figure.

Followed by a deep female voice, which seemed to be scared or sarcastic: "It's so scary."

"There's a head on the neck!"

"I'm borrowing it to play with."

"Make a hip flask!"

"Making a chamber pot."

"Hahahahaha." The male and female voices laughed at the same time.

These two completely different voices came from the figure, as if there were two souls stuffed into one body.

Their words to each other, like singing, thinking, laughing, echoing and rolling in the forest, lingering for a long time.

Long Xiaoxie's scalp felt numb when he heard it, and a dense layer of goosebumps appeared on his neck.

"Ghost Scorpion."

Ghost Scorpion Qiu Feng, the top second-rate master in the Western Desert, was originally fourth on the Tiger List. After being replaced by Gui Jiazi, he dropped to fifth.

Long Xiaoxie turned around and ran away without thinking.

However, at some point there was a figure behind him.

The figure looked up faintly, revealing a yin and yang face that was half crying and half smiling.

"Wow!"

The ghost scorpion screamed and attacked suddenly, as fast as lightning.

Long Xiaoxie felt his eardrums hurt and hurriedly drew his sword.

Ding ding ding.

The water splashed everywhere, and the wind and rain darkened.

After a dazzling block, just when Long Xiaoxie thought he could barely block an attack, a breeze suddenly blew from behind his ears.

This gust of wind seemed to come from Yama, blowing out most of his soul.

His whole body felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar, and even his teeth could not help but tremble.

He looked down with difficulty.

I saw a curved sickle-shaped weapon wrapped around his neck at some point, and the ghost scorpion's yin-yang face was resting on his shoulder, blowing sarcastically. Long Xiaoxie gritted his teeth and slashed with his sword.

However, how could his movements be faster than the sickle between his neck...

puff!

There was a sound like a cloth bag being ripped open.

Clang!

The sword light suddenly brightened, but it still just passed through the figure.

In the wind and rain, Long Xiaoxie's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, as if he wanted to take a big breath, but he couldn't breathe for a while because of too strong fear.

It was like an invisible hand was grabbing my throat.

"Run quickly! Just wait for death, you kid!"

Fan Laodao waved his sleeves and robes to create a strong gust of wind, blowing away the ghost scorpion's shadow, and shouted angrily.

Previously, it turned out that he saved Long Xiaoxie with a sleeve of robe at a critical moment.

Seeing that Long Xiaoxie didn't seem to have come back to his senses, the old Taoist let out an angry cry, grabbed his collar and ran away.

"Who is coming!"

"Where are the bag sleeves."

Voices rang out from all directions.

The old Taoist just kept his head down and ran forward.

Suddenly a figure appeared in front of him. The old man seemed to be unaware and bumped into him head on.

"Hey Hey."

The figure suddenly laughed, opened his chest, and thrust out a curved sickle.

The old Taoist had already prepared his sleeves and robe, and the soft fabric fell straight, even causing the sound of breaking wind in the air.

"Wrong guess." The figure sneered sharply.

A cold light flashed from the back of Lao Dao's head.

At the critical moment, Lao Dao suddenly turned halfway, and he was holding him by the back of his collar. Long Xiaoxie, who was originally in a daze, flashed with sword light.

The sword light swings open the sickle blade and goes straight to the opponent's empty door.

Snapped!

The sword blade struck the air again, but it was Lao Dao's sleeve that hit the target.

The ghost scorpion fell into the woods like a rolling gourd and lost its voice for a while.

Old Fan snorted: "While I was pretending to be a ghost, you were still wearing open-crotch pants!"

As soon as he said the cruel words, he saw Long Xiaoxie, who was stunned and holding a sword, and wanted to chase him. The old Taoist's face changed slightly and he hurriedly grabbed the guy secretly.

"Run away! Run away!"

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After a cup of tea, two figures emerged from the forest.

"Why didn't you just take advantage of the victory and pursue it?"

Long Xiaoxie gasped for air, his face full of confusion.

The old Taoist glared at this guy and said angrily: "Forgot that I almost got my head removed when I met you?"

"But we may not be afraid of him if we join forces!"

The veteran said, "Haha": "You don't think that Ghost Scorpion really only knows how to show off, do you? After running around in the world, who hasn't learned the tricks to win over others? You still have a lot to learn."

Long Xiaoxie did not answer angrily: "Speaking of which, you are not in charge of the dock due to the west, why are you here?"

Hearing this, Fan Laodao's expression became bright and he shook his head repeatedly.

"A top-notch master has landed on the island, so why are you having fun! It's only right to find a quiet place to hide!"

"Who?" Long Xiaoxie's expression froze.

"Several Soul Saburo."

"..."

Long Xiaoxie was speechless for a while.

If there is a villain in the world, then Saburo Duanhun is the standard villain star.

He has a soul-cutting knife in his hand and is famous for his life-threatening three-axe style of fighting. When fighting, he attacks with all his strength and has no defense.

Three swords cut off the soul, cutting off both the enemy and oneself.

It's a pity that for now, no one can benefit from his three soul-cutting swords.

All in all, this is a madman that no one wants to mess with. Now that he has landed on the island, I am afraid that this auction will not be able to go on.

"Let's go."

Fan Laodao pushed Long Xiaoxie: he shook his head and sighed.

"After much deliberation, little brother Wu had foresight and chose a clean place where birds don't poop. It's a damned thing if someone comes to visit."

"What are you waiting for? Go to him!"

(End of this chapter)